poem: Like that

   Like that, then-

wrap my body three times around

     and then the dust will swallow me

whole, like ground corn

    piquant and trusting in the smoke

 

but then there was you, once-

   your tongue maybe tasted of pears

ripe and sweet

     like a shattered high note

and a lazy piece of satin

        marked territorial boundaries.

 

 We stood as the ground shifted

     and we saw the view from below

through tiled floors

     and concrete stairs,

 our feet burning holes in the foundation

    while you whispered of dreams.

 

But I think I imagined it all, too-

   call it the vision of a being devoured

 by a poem; my core, my heart

    intact but my thin onion skin

 

peeled in layers. Like that.

   Liquid heat, and static cold

 you met me there, in the thin space

   indescribable, but known

to those who have been.

 

and if you really were there,

   and you decide to sneak back

again, I tell you-

   another kiss, like that;

  and I will give up to you

    all of my dreams, and set them

in your waiting hands.

 

   Gently. Firmly. Intuitively.

       Just like that.

   

Author's Note

another attempt at piecing together dream fragments.

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

Ah, the just like that of it all. Come back to me and fill me full of just like that's. .. Just right there and preferably just right now...you woke me up, now please don't shatter me with sleep...put me back together so I can fall apart.
Just.
Like.
That.

CM.

[Marie Anzalone]

Ah yes, you get this one... indeed, you do, CM. I hope moments like these are gracing your life often, dear poet.

[ChemicalMadness]

I think I get as much as you think

[Emily B]

oh, my

[Marie Anzalone]

indeed :-)

[Marie Anzalone]

Beautiful dear poetess, Marie. Your words and unique style of writing, was for me today the best I've been reading. Those dream fragments are very important, and from time to time indeed they come. You're a rich soul, I can feel that. Thank you for being you. And bring such beautiful poetry to the cafe.

E.L.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, E.L., for taking the time to read and review. I too believe dream fragments are important. This is one of a series that has been carefully forming for a while. I have clues, I have glimpses, I have some idea; but no certainty. I know that acknowledging what they say makes me more confident every day, and that alone is a joy to behold.

Exactly Marie so well said, I share the same thoughts. And you're very welcome. :)

[Penulis Kecil]

Worded beautifully and a pleasure to read, as always, thank you. I love the way your poetry feels in my mouth.

My favourite lines in this one were

"ripe and sweet
like a shattered high note
and a lazy piece of satin"

and

"call it the vision of a being devoured
by a poem; my core, my heart
intact but my thin onion skin

peeled in layers. Like that."

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Penulis; a review from you is always a special treat, because you out so much analysis and thought into them. I am glad you enjoyed this one; it was actually a delight to write, in bed, still muzzy and warm and reflective from the dream that inspired it. Always a pleasure to enjoy your visits to my page.

[gombeggar]

me gusta...muy bien! i enjoy the way you structure your wrods and phrases...your poems are as lovely to look at as to read...i love the way you write your thoughts here

[Marie Anzalone]

thnak you, gombeggar... have been working on form for over 3 years... sometimes it is nice to know that it is being noticed. May this day bring great opportunities to your world.

[gombeggar]

thanks much, mah dear...and the same to u...boo! ;)

[Jibey]

It had the delicacy of an autumn cobweb and the delight of a golden leaf... beautifully constructed and like a piece of music, weaving together elements of pleasure into a charming harmony... Like a wonderful painting on a china plate.

[Marie Anzalone]

Thank you, Jibey, for stopping by and taking the time to leave some words today. Hope you are well in your travels.